Today, I was able to go to church for the second week in a row. I've given up my Sunday School teaching spot, because it is just too frustrating to have to find a sub if I'm working. I gave up worship leader for the same reason, and it's been bugging me. Those things are part of my own identity. I've been a Sunday School teacher for most of the time that I've attended church, and it feels strange not to be one. In any case, I was able to teach class today, and I do enjoy the kids. I've known most of them since they were wee and now some of them are in high school. There's one boy whose voice has changed. Each time that he speaks, it startles me a little. But the class was lively, and fun, and short too, since we are practicing for the Christmas pagent as well. As the kids left, I lingered a little, to water our plant. As one of the boys headed out the door, he called out, " 'Bye. Love you!" and then stopped. Surprised. He hadn't meant to say that. I looked at him. I've known him since he was a pippersqueak, and now he's as tall, or maybe even taller than me. A little flustered, he said, "Well. We're all family. It's okay, I guess." I looked at him, with my watering can in hand, and I said, "I love you too." He flashed me a smile, and then was on his way.
I will miss those little interactions.